Monday, November 13, 2006
buses of life
I hopped on the bus because everyone takes the bus. Not knowing why I had to, not knowing where it would lead me, I got on anyway. Since the bus was going to end somewhere, and I might like where it would bring me, why not just enjoy the ride? It was pretty fun. Of course it ended at the terminal. I got off, and hopped on another bus of my choice, because everyone hops on another bus after the first one. And the bus brought me to another terminal, and again, I had to alight and take another bus. Otherwise there was really no where to go and nothing I could do. By now, I know there are a lot of buses I can take, and they all kind of go in different directions. I chose to take the bus which will lead me to another bus which I’ve made plans to take. By 98% hard work and 2% intelligence, I caught that damn bus. I’m on it now. And it’s about time to get off. But I haven’t made any plans as to where I want to go, and I have no idea what buses I can take since I don’t have a particular direction I wish to head to. I imagine the bus is going to drop me off, not at a terminal this time, but probably at a huge grass field where I am going to find my way to the terminal, and figure out what buses to take, or which buses might want to take me.
Friends, and strangers alike who have been on these buses, may have taken a headstart to find the right buses to hop on, to bring them to terminals with other buses they have planned to take. This shouldn’t scare me. Although I know I’m going to be. Cuz I’m already getting the jitters just thinking about that big grass field.
It may take me some time to figure things out, but eventually, I know I’m going to take another bus. Hope eventual is not too long a time. I can’t possibly stay in the grass field forever. Just hope I like the bus I’m getting on next, that it’ll bring me somewhere nice, perhaps a final destination where I can settle and urm, drive my own car so I can bring myself wherever I want to go.
Huge grass field, here I come.
And hope there’re cute guys in grass fields too.
janet at 10:54 PM
